[It’s not true that the world is an unending return]
It’s not true that the world is an unending return
(once I lost my keys and didn’t find them and had
to change all the locks). We think
this because we are searching for similarities, after all one spring
doesn’t resemble another spring more than it does
winter. You have no right to say that you are who
you were yesterday if only because yesterday
snow fell and today it’s rain which isn’t
either sun behind the clouds or water from heaven.
Heaven, in any case, you also call heaven for lack
of a better term. For you want to be heaven yourself,
and not just the word “heaven” holding
a bright blue caterpillar for fun in your mouth.
About the Author
Tadeusz Dąbrowski is author of five volumes of poetry. His first collection of poetry in English is forthcoming.
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